What is it?

I sigh heavily as I watch him lean against my desk with a cocky grin spread across his face. "Look, Young-In, I'm not in the mood to play games right now." I cross my arms over my chest, trying to be as dismissive as possible. "If you have something to ask me, just spit it out already."

The boy named Young-In snorts before stepping closer, his face only inches from mine now. His expression is full of mockery. "Oh, I'm not here to ask you anything, Granger," he says sarcastically. "I just thought you might enjoy a little break from all that studying."

Without another word, he flicks his wand and something heavy falls on top of my desk, knocking several books and quills to the floor with a loud crash. I grit my teeth, feeling anger well up inside me as I survey the mess he's made. "Very funny," I say through gritted teeth. "Now please leave me alone."

Young-In just laughs, completely unfazed by my obvious annoyance. "Oh, but I was just getting started," he murmurs, eyeing me up and down appreciatively before winking. And then, without another word, he points his wand at my chest...

"That's it!" I snap, finally losing my patience with his constant harassment. Before he can react, I grab one of the many heavy textbooks from my shelf and hurl it at him as hard as I can. He yelps in surprise as it connects with his arm, sending a painful jolt through him.

For a moment, there's silence in the room as we both stand there, panting heavily. My heart is racing from anger and adrenaline, but also from fear that I may have just crossed a line. This Young-In boy might be smaller than me, but he's known to have a quick temper.

As if reading my mind, he smirks and steps closer once more. "I bet you wish you could undo that now," he hisses in my ear, breath hot against my skin. I tremble slightly under his gaze, but refuse to back down. Instead, I push away from him, maintaining a safe distance between us while trying not to look too nervous.

"I-I didn't mean to," I stammer lamely, searching for something else to say. "It just surprised me... and it was an accident." He laughs cruelly, taking a step closer again, his face mere inches from mine now. My heart races even faster as my breath comes in short bursts.

"Well," he says darkly, leaning in even further until our faces are almost touching, "let this be a lesson to you." Without warning, he reaches out and pinches my cheek hard enough to hurt before pulling away with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"You... you sick freak!" I spit, trying my best to keep my voice steady despite the panic that's racing through me. "Why would you even want something like that? It's not natural!"

Ignoring my protests, he leans in closer still, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Oh, I think you'd be surprised at what people will do for power," he whispers darkly, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers dance over my cheek, as if testing the limits of my skin, before slowly moving lower, towards my neck.

I swallow hard, trying to block out the sensation of his touch. "Let me go!" I cry out, struggling against his grip. But it's no use; he's stronger than he looks and easily holds me in place. As if reading my thoughts, he smirks cruelly and leans back again, giving my body a small shake for emphasis.

"You see," he continues, his voice low and menacing, "with just one more touch from my wand... everything about you could change." He pauses for effect, staring at me intently as if daring me to challenge him. Then, before I can react any further, he presses his lips against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and ducking in closer still until our bodies are flush against each other from chest to thigh.

Every instinct in me screams for me to push him away, but I'm paralyzed with fear... and something else. Something hot and strange spreads through me as his hands move lower yet again, cupping my ass roughly before sliding up under the fabric of my leggings, caressing the sensitive skin at the small of my back. He moans into my mouth, tugging on my

I gasp as he pushes me harder against the desk, his hands moving lower still, and my eyes fly open wide with shock and confusion. This isn't supposed to feel like this! His touch is almost... nice in places, but it's so rough everywhere else that it hurts! I try to wriggle free from his grasp again, but he only holds me tighter, leaning even closer as he grinds his hips against mine.

My mind reels with conflicting emotions. Part of me wants him off of me, now, while another part... another part feels hot and weird inside, like I'm melting where he touches me. Why does it feel like this? He shouldn't be doing this! He can't just-No, no, no...

With a final surge of strength, I manage to shove him back far enough that we're no longer pressed against each other. Breathing hard, I stare at him incredulously. "What do you think you're doing?! Get out of here!" I shout, my voice hoarse from fighting against his kisses and hands.

But it's too late. He's already grinning that infuriating smirk again, standing a few inches away with his hands on his hips. "Oh, I don't know," he says tauntingly, "maybe I should teach you a lesson about picking on people smaller than you." And before I can react, another book flies through the air and smacks him square in the face.

Stunned for a moment, he stumbles backwards, cupping his hand over his bleeding nose. Then, with a snarl of pain and anger, he points his wand at me once more...

As he starts casting spells at me, I can't help but feel a wave of panic wash over me. My heart races and my breath comes in short, sharp gasps as the books around us begin to fly through the air, barely missing us both. "I-I'm sorry!" I stammer desperately, trying to appease him. "I didn't mean it! Please, stop!"

But he only laughs cruelly in reply, casting another spell that pushes me even harder against the desk, forcing my legs further apart and causing my underwear to ride up higher on my thighs. I feel so exposed right now, like there's nothing I can do to protect myself from this little creep and his magic.

As he continues to torment me with spells and comments about how "wonderful" I look floating in the air, my body begins to tire from the constant struggle against his magic. The anger starts to fade, replaced by a dull ache throughout my muscles and an overwhelming sense of shame. How did it come to this? I thought I could handle him... but now he's got me completely at his mercy.

Young-In continues his relentless assault on her body with a barrage of lewd spells, forcing her to endure the humiliation and pain for what seems like an eternity. She gasps as he flicks his wand, sending tiny sparks dancing across her skin before focusing all of that energy between her legs. It's a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that has her eyes squeezed shut in shame. "Please... stop..." she whimpers, hating herself for sounding so weak but unable to find the strength within her to fight back any longer.

As if sensing her submission, Young-In smirks triumphantly and points his wand directly at Hermione's chest once more. This time, however, instead of casting another spell that would harm or embarrass her further, he mutters something unintelligible under his breath. A shudder runs through Hermione's body as she feels herself growing warmer in places where she never thought such sensations were possible.

Her breasts begin to ache and tingle, and as the warmth spreads lower down her stomach, she becomes more aware of how wet she is between her legs. Young-In's hand snakes out and roughly gropes one of her aching breasts through her bra, eliciting a moan of mixed pleasure and pain from deep within her throat. "Oh yes," he breathes against her ear, "you like that, don't you?"

Hermione bites down on her lip, wanting nothing more than for this nightmare to be over. Her body thrums with desire, but she knows deep down that allowing herself to feel any of these feelings would only make things worse in the long run. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, the word little more than a broken ple

"Y-Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. His touch feels incredibly good against her sensitive skin, but she can't help but feel ashamed at how much she wants it... how much she needs it. She glances down at their intertwined hands, wondering if this is really happening or if she's just imagining the entire thing.

Young-In notices her looking and smirks wickedly before leaning in even closer once more. His lips brush against hers, teasing her with a soft, slow kiss that sends shivers down her spine. As their tongues dance together, his hand slips lower still, cupping her through her wet underwear, fondling her clit roughly until she cries out into his mouth.

Without warning, he pulls away, leaving Hermione gasping for air and aching with desire. "See," he says quietly, almost kindly, as if this entire encounter hadn't been one big power trip from start to finish, "I could make you feel this way... over and over again." His fingers trace circles around her sensitive entrance through her underwear before sliding down lower still, teasing the lips of her folds. "But only if you let me."

Hermione looks into his eyes for what feels like an eternity, searching for some sign that this is all just another cruel game to him. But she can't find it; instead, she sees something else there... something that frightens her even more than the cruelty or the lust. She sees a connection forming between them, one that goes deeper than words or spells or angry glares across crowded halls. And in that moment, she knows with chilling clarity that if she gives into him now, there will be no going back.

As his finger teases her folds, a wave of desire washes over her, drowning out every rational thought she's ever had. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip as a shudder runs through her body. "O-Okay," she manages to whisper between ragged breaths, shame and longing warring for dominance within her.

Young-In's grin widens at her surrender, and with practiced ease he slides a finger inside her tight heat. Hermione arches her back off the desk as pleasure overwhelms her senses; it feels so good to finally give in to this forbidden temptation that she's been fighting against for what seems like forever. As his finger moves in and out of her, matching his rhythm with slow, steady thrusts of his hips, Hermione begins to pant and moan uncontrollably.

She's never felt anything like this before; it's almost as if every nerve ending in her body has been rewired to respond solely to his touch. He groans against her neck, his free hand gripping her hip tightly as he takes her roughly from behind, pushing deeper and harder inside of her with each thrust.

Hermione's whole world narrows down to the sensation of him moving within her; all other thoughts and concerns fade away into insignificance as she surrenders completely to the darkness and the pleasure it brings. Her body tenses and arches off the desk, a hoarse cry escaping her lips as she comes hard around his finger.

For what feels like an eternity, they move together like this: lost in their own private world of lust and power. And when at last Young-In groans and collapses against her, spent from the

"E-Easy there," I stammer, still unable to believe what just happened. My heart is racing a million miles a minute as adrenaline courses through my veins; I can feel the blood rushing to places it never seemed to go before. But at the same time, there's something else there... something warm and fuzzy spreading throughout my chest. Is this... happiness?

Young-in looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to say more. "I mean," I continue, feeling a blush creeping up my neck, "it was a good question. And you used the right spells... so I guess you did it." As the words tumble out of my mouth, I can't help but feel a pang of regret for being so curt with him earlier. Maybe he isn't as bad as everyone says... or maybe this is just some sort of twisted version of what friendship feels like.

He smirks at my compliment before leaning in closer once again, his eyes boring into mine as if trying to read my thoughts. "Well then," he murmurs, a note of mischief creeping into his voice now, "I suppose it's only fair that I thank you for playing along." Before I can protest or ask what he means by that, he presses his lips firmly against mine in a deep, passionate kiss.

My head spins from the intensity of it; my whole body seems to come alive under his touch as our tongues dance together, his hands roaming freely over my breasts and hips. I part my lips, allowing him deeper access to my mouth, feeling dizzy with desire. As if sensing this, he pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. "Maybe," he says breathlessly, a wicked glint flashing in those

He moves behind her again, this time cupping her breasts roughly through her clothes. She gasps, arching her back into his touch as heat pools between her legs. "Don't be shy," he whispers in her ear, nipping at her lobe with his teeth. "I saw what you did earlier... how you tried to get rid of that light." He squeezes her breast harder, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat.

She squirms beneath his touch, unable to concentrate on anything other than the way he's making her feel. His hands are everywhere at once: up her skirt, down her shirt... it's as if he's mapped out every inch of skin she has and knows exactly where to touch for maximum effect. As he palms her aching center through her panties, she gives a strangled cry that sounds more like a plea than protest.

"That's it," he growls into her ear. "Let it out... let me feel it." With his free hand, he roughly yanks down the front of her leggings and underwear, baring her to him completely. Her heart skips a beat as cool air brushes against her most sensitive skin for the first time in minutes, heightening every sensation tenfold.

With one last harsh tug, her underwear is gone entirely and he's staring at her bare, dripping folds. She watches as his eyes widen with appreciation before he dips his head to take a taste. Her hips jerk involuntarily at the contact, a moan ripping from her lips as he circles her clit with the tip of his tongue. "Mmm," he hums against her skin, drawing lazy patterns across her most sensitive nerve endings.